Paradise

It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.
We don’t think twice
to worry or dwell on
all of the small things.
We are used to the sun,
so, when the sky rains,
we focus on our pain.
Rarely, do we let go
of the past that has
a stranglehold on us.
We choose to take
the bus instead of
taking a long walk.
There is beauty in
the things and people
we find ugly. It looks
bad if we’re judging.
Open your eyes and see
a world above and below
your feet. Seek new life
in the scope of your sight.
Create the life and love
you desperately need.
Kill that voice inside
your head – kill him
dead. Seek refuge beside
those joining you on
this wild ride. Remove
the veil covering your
eyes, open wide and see
life as a fleeting paradise.


The Perfect Storm

It’s been raining
for months –
If I said I was dry,
I would have to lie.
The wind has been
blowing prior to me
knowing. People
misplaced. Problems
faced. Dreams chased.
Memories erased.
The perfect storm
is brewing. No shelter
can protect you or me.
We will have to see
what it means
to be caught between
life, nightmares, and
dreams. We are the
eyes of this perfect
storm. Together, we
form chaos and grace
in a world we face.
Rage and elegance:
hell bound and heaven
sent. All we can do
is watch our perfect
storm take shape
and hope we can
enjoy the rain
soaking our brains.

Inside the Outside

I fell inside the outside.
In my mind, I lose track
of time. I have been
inside the outside. I ride
outside to find a life
lived from the inside out.
Maybe, I can find myself
in a place without a face.
From inside to outside,
true feelings will arise.
From low to high, I fly
inside the outside of life
to get a better sight.
See life from this side
before good times hide.

Killing Time

I take a step forward

As the heavy weight of the past

Falls beneath the floor board

Where fears and dreams are cast.

The clock ticks twice

As another memory crosses my brain.

I have no time to calculate price

Or catch the next train.

I am simply here.

A body killing time.

Placed in a space

I cannot call mine.

The clock strikes twice more

Before I reach it.

Just as the tide reaches the shore

Another puzzle to fit.

I take my eye of the clock

And continue to step

Oh, the difference it made

To take a timeless trip.